your lips taste like sunflower seeds and nicotine,
i imagine,
though I've never seen you chewing
sunflower seeds.
your favorite place to have ***,
i imagine,
is on top of a stranger's pool table.
not that I've heard stories.
one day i made a joke
and your laugh and smile combined
made me permanently *****
but still, i only imagine.
i just keep tasting
you in my
sleep.